Chapter Three

Jacob sat on the couch in the family sitting room with the television channel tuned to ESPN. The screen might as well have been blank, and the sound on mute, for all the attention he paid the programme.

Jason was visiting with Camille at the moment, and while the thought of his brother making love to her still left him unsettled, the sight of them upstairs laughing together was even more disturbing.

Driven by some compulsion to see her for a third time that day, he’d entered her apartment and had been shocked to see her and Jason sitting at her kitchen table playing Scrabble. Scrabble? He should have been happy he hadn’t walked in on them making love, but he wasn’t happy at all.

Over the past few months of their arrangement she’d opened up to his brothers. Somehow in the short time, they’d gone past the point of being just lovers and now seemed as if they were fast becoming friends. That is everyone except him.

When he and Camille weren’t making love, their time together was awkward and tense. He knew he was partially to blame. Unlike his brothers, he just didn’t put the kind of effort they did into getting to know her, although it wasn’t because he didn’t want to. He’d seen her with his brothers, how she interacted with them. She was different around them. He didn’t make the effort to get to know her because when she was with him she put up a wall between them. He frowned at that thought. Why the hell was he the only one she kept at arm’s length?

“What are you mad about now?”

He’d been so deep in thought that he hadn’t heard anyone come in. He dragged his gaze to Jackson’s face as his brother strolled into the room to plop himself down on the other end of the couch.

“Who says I’m mad?”

Jackson grinned. “That sour look on your face kind of clued me in.” He leaned back against the couch and folded his arms across his broad chest. “So, what’s up?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Nothing really,” he lied.

Jackson arched a single eyebrow and studied him.

Jacob frowned under the weight of his brother’s intense scrutiny. “What?” he finally snapped unable to take the silence any longer.

Jackson curled his lips into a small grin. “I think your woman upstairs is to blame for your bad mood.”

“She’s not my woman.”

“But you want her to be.”

He glared at his younger brother, and opened his mouth to protest, but Jackson didn’t let him get a word out.

“Why don’t you spend more time trying to get to know her?”

He scrunched his face up into a frown. “Because she doesn’t want me to get to know her.”

“That’s not true and you know it. I just think it’s hard for her to let her guard down with you. You still blame her family for dad’s death and she knows it. I imagine it’s hard for her to trust you.”

“Did she say that?”

“Not in so many words.”

But she had said something to the effect, which proved his point. She had no interest in getting to know him better. He shoved a hand through his hair as a sigh escaped his lips.

“It’s hard for me to just let go of the past, Jackson. Her parents, each in their own way, destroyed dad. I don’t think I can ever forgive them for that.”

Jackson stood to his feet, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly.

“No one’s asking you to forgive them, but it’s not fair to Camille that you continue to hold her responsible for her parents’ mistakes.”

His gaze shot to his brother’s face. “So you want me to terminate the contract then?”

Jackson’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Hell, no. We’re all having way too much fun, Camille included. I just want you to try to put aside all of that bitterness you carry inside of you long enough to get to know her better. I know you want to,” he said softly before he quietly slipped out of the room.

He grimaced at Jackson’s departing back. His brother was right, but Jackson just didn’t understand. As the oldest, he’d been the one to shoulder the burden of raising his brothers after their father’s heart attack. He’d wanted to go away to college to become an attorney, not attend the local university and take over his family business, and the raising of his teenage brothers, but at eighteen he’d done it.

As Jackson had so bluntly pointed out, he was attracted to Camille and wanted to peel away her layers to reveal the woman that his brothers were starting to see, but it was difficult to unlearn years of bitterness and resentment. No, Camille wasn’t responsible, nor was she to blame for her parents’ mistakes. Yet it was as if a tug of war raged inside him. He wanted to hate her for what she represented, but he couldn’t.

He released a ragged breath, stood and clicked off the television. Tonight he would get some sleep—alone. He didn’t need to wander back to Camille’s bed right now, not with all the conflicting thoughts swirling around in his head. As he stalked off to his bedroom, he promised himself that he would at least try to take Jackson’s words to heart. He would be the first to extend the olive branch.

* * * *

Camille was typing away on her computer trying to get her column in by her deadline when she heard the key rattle in the lock, before the door swung open.

They were insatiable—all of them! Not a day went by without one or all four of them visiting her. She rarely slept alone at night, and now her days were filled with random visits such as this one.

At first, she had been just as hesitant and wary of them as they were of her. The feud between their families was so ingrained in them that it was hard to let down their guards. Yet somehow in the past three months she’d managed to establish a tenuous truce with all of them—no take that back—all of them, except Jacob. Like the rest of them, he visited her regularly but where Jason loved to play board games, Jeff enjoyed watching football with her, and Jackson liked to simply talk about any and everything, Jacob remained sullen and distant. Yet when they made love, there was always something there, something lingering in the air between them that demanded acknowledgement but both of them refused to give voice to it.

Thoughts of Jacob always gave her a headache. He was an enigma and the longer she spent trying to figure him out the less she actually could. Sighing, she closed her laptop and stood to greet whoever had just entered.

She turned the corner from her living room to come face to face with the very object of her thoughts. He looked wild eyed and confused, as if he didn’t quite realise what had driven him to seek her company. That was the look she saw often on his face when he visited her.

“Are you busy?”

She jerked her head over her shoulder, in the direction of her office. “I have a deadline for my column. I’m just working on getting it done.”

“Are you going to work on it all weekend?”

She shook her head. “No. I was almost done actually.” She lifted her brows. “Why?”

A wary grin crossed his face, causing tiny butterflies to beat against her stomach. They were all equally handsome, but only Jacob could make her melt with just one look, one smile, one caress. She shook her head trying to push the destructive thoughts from her mind. Out of all the brothers, she had to be attracted to the one who hated her the most. She’d never figured herself to be a masochist, but if this didn’t have love to be hurt written all over it then she didn’t know what did.

“I wanted to see if you were free for dinner tonight,” he said casually.

She struggled to keep her features neutral as she searched his face, trying to read any deception in his eyes. She saw none. Yet she was still wary. At any moment she expected Jacob to reveal why he’d really brought her there and his true plan for revenge. She still didn’t completely trust the rest of them, but she definitely didn’t trust Jacob. He had only shown her coldness. His offer of dinner raised her suspicions.

She folded her arms across her chest. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Jacob. I don’t need any grand gestures,” she clipped out tersely.

His eyebrows lifted at her tone, and he frowned. “What do you mean pretend? It’s dinner, Camille. That’s all.”

“You’ve never wanted to go to dinner before. You’ve never wanted to spend any time with me, why now?”

His eyes narrowed. “Look if you have plans then—”

“I don’t have plans, Jacob. I just want to know why you suddenly want to go out with me,” she said impatiently He stared at her for several moments before he nodded, as if he was silently acknowledging that she had a point. “Because I know I have been—” he paused, and she knew he was searching for the right words to say next, “—aloof,” he finished.

Dragging a hand through his hair he let out a deep breath. “Look, my brothers speak highly of you, and I wonder if I’ve misjudged you. I’d like to take you to dinner to talk, get to know you better, that’s all.”

She arched an eyebrow as she studied him. He seemed genuine enough, although she still didn’t trust him. She nodded slowly. He was right. It was just dinner. It wouldn’t hurt to actually talk to him.

“Alright then. Can you give me a couple of hours to finish this and then get dressed?”

“Of course. I’ll just shower, change and nap while you finish up.”

She stood there for several minutes, slightly perplexed after he left her apartment.

What had she just agreed to? She wanted to believe this was some kind of nefarious trap, but there was nothing about his actions or words that said it was anything more than a simple dinner.

Sitting back down at her computer she worked to finish her column. Jacob was turning out to be quite an enigma indeed.

* * * *

“You look lovely this evening.”

Camille ducked her head as heat crept into her cheeks, and little jitters of pleasure glided across her skin at the compliment.

Nodding slowly, she smiled. “Thank you,” she murmured softly, averting her eyes from Jacob’s penetrating stare.

She lifted her menu to hide her face, trying to still the slight trembling of her hands. She scanned the menu quickly, immediately deciding on her dinner, but she continued to hold it in front of her hoping to buy herself some time.

All too quickly the waiter returned to take their orders, forcing her to relinquish her death grip on the delicate paper.

With nothing left to do but focus on Jacob, she slid her gaze to his face. Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes roamed over him. His stormy blue eyes held a wealth of mystery in their depths as they stared back at her. She forced herself to stifle a groan as she absorbed just how unbelievably handsome he was. Dressed in a charcoal gray suit, his raven hair brushed against the nape of his neck, while a solitary lock fell across his brow. She ached to reach her hand across the table and push the wayward strand off his gorgeous face. “Do I look lovely too?”

He’d spoken, but she’d been so wrapped up in staring at him that she’d missed his words. “I’m sorry?”

Jacob’s grin grew wider. “You keep staring. I wonder if you think that I look lovely too,” he teased.

She returned his grin with a warm smile. “You do,” she said softly, slightly surprised by the husky lilt of her voice, before her face suddenly heated with embarrassment when she realised what she’d said. “I mean—I mean you look nice this evening.” She finished. God, she was so mortified. His teasing had caught her off guard. His grins had too. He rarely smiled, and she didn’t think she could handle it if he did it more often. The effect was devastating.

“Thank you,” he said softly as his eyes twinkled with amusement.

She lowered her gaze, still embarrassed by her slip of tongue.

Silence hung between them as if they were both afraid to say something that would break the spell of the moment. Unnerved by his penetrating stare, she glanced over his shoulder, but immediately regretted doing so.

“Good evenin’ Ms. Camille,” the man tipped his Stetson at her before pinning Jacob with a steely glare. “Downing,” he bit out as if it pained him to say that one word.

She closed her eyes for just a second, struggling to calm her racing mind and wildly beating heart.

She opened her eyes then to stare into the face of Pete Rollins, the old foreman that had once worked on a ranch in Arizona before coming to hers when she was just a girl. Pete was like an uncle to her, who’d grown even more protective since the death of her father. Now with her back in Texas he’d taken it upon himself to be her self-appointed guardian. When he found out that she’d “moved in” with Jacob, he’d been furious. The entire town of Macon had been ablaze with the rumour that she and Jacob were dating. They still weren’t certain how the town had decided it was Jacob and not any one of the other Downings. How they’d come up with that particular pairing remained a mystery, but neither one of them felt the need to say otherwise. She knew by going out to dinner the chances that they would spark another round of rumours was high, but she didn’t care. She would rather people assume that she and Jacob were bringing an end to the Douglas and Downing feud than discover the truth—that she was the exclusive mistress to the entire Downing clan.

“Good evening, Uncle Pete. Fancy seeing you here,” she said politely, hoping he wouldn’t make a scene. Out of loyalty to her family, over the years he had taken up the mantle of hating the Downings and she knew that it wouldn’t take much to set him off given the rumours flying about, and especially now that he’d seen her out with Jacob.

“Camille, can I have a word with you?”

She sighed inwardly knowing that he wanted to get her away from Jacob just so that he could once again rail at her for making such a disastrous mistake. She moved to tell him that they could speak later, at a more appropriate time, when Jacob stood from his seat.

She watched in horror as Jacob stepped towards old Pete, his body language commanding attention, as his eyes focused solely on the older man.

“Camille and I are trying to have a nice quiet dinner. Is this something you can discuss with her later?” Jacob’s words were soft, but she could see the muscle in his jaw twitching furiously, which she knew only happened when he was angry or irritated.

“Step back, Downing. This has nothing do with you,” Pete bit out, his voice rising.

She cringed inside when the restaurant suddenly grew silent.

Her frantic gaze darted between the two angry men, their postures rigid, their faces twisted with fury.

“Gentlemen, please. We’re causing a scene,” she hissed out just loud enough for them to hear her.

Pete hesitated for several moments before he tipped his hat. “We’ll talk later then,” he said, nodding his head towards her although his gaze still remained focused on Jacob.

She let out a loud sigh of relief when Pete finally stomped off and Jacob settled back into his chair.

Swinging her gaze to Jacob, she shot him a hard glare. She was mad at him for confronting Pete. “What was that about?” She demanded in a low voice, still mindful of the prying eyes and nosy ears.

Jacob shrugged. “You tell me.” He said tightly, as his eyes darkened to the colour of a stormy sea. “That’s your employee.”

She stiffened at the bite in his tone. “No, that’s your employee,” she snapped back. “Last time I checked you still owned the Douglas ranch.”

“Yes, so maybe you should tell your old foreman that since apparently he doesn’t seem to realise—”

Her eyes widened in alarm. “You cannot fire Pete. He has been our foreman for years—”

Jacob’s nostrils flared angrily. “But as you so wisely stated before it is not your ranch anymore.” His lips curved into a sardonic grin as he leaned across the table. “Well, at least not until you’ve paid off your debt.”

She cringed at the picture he painted with his offensive words. Despite the nature of their arrangement, she wasn’t a whore and she resented his insinuation that she was. “Just like a Downing,” she hissed angrily. “You greedy, manipulative, tactless bastard—”

Jacob’s blue eyes turned to ice as his gaze grew cold. “Well I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree either,” he said bitterly. “Considering the women in your family play men like pawns in a game, using your bodies to manipulate them.”

She reared back in shock, unable to believe that he’d had the gall to bring up the bad blood between their families, and then throw his version of the truth in her face.

She leaned forward so that her face was only inches from his.

“You have some nerve, Jacob Downing. Your family has caused mine nothing but heartbreak and grief.”

He arched one arrogant eyebrow. “I could say the same thing to you, Camille.”

She shook her head. “I knew this dinner was a mistake,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. Standing to her full height, she pushed back her chair.

“Camille, sit down.”

She rolled her eyes at him before she spun on her heels and marched out of the restaurant, her head high.

She stood outside the restaurant on shaky legs, her body trembling with anger.

“Where the hell are you going to get a cab, you idiot?” she muttered under her breath.

This wasn’t Dublin or New York or any of the other major cities she’d lived in before. No cabs were coming unless she walked back into the restaurant and called them—which she absolutely refused to do.

She knew the moment he stepped outside. The cool air carried his masculine scent directly to her and the rich heady smell of him tickled her nose.

With her back still to him, she folded her arms under her breasts, and lifted her chin a notch higher.

Without warning, she felt fingers curl around her arm from behind. A gasp of shock escaped her lips when she was suddenly dragged by her arm to the side of the restaurant, next to the parking lot. Now plunged into the dark shadows of the night, she blinked furiously as her eyes struggled to adjust to the dim lighting.

She lifted her blurry gaze to meet what she knew was the stormy eyes of the man that still held her arm. “Let go of me,” she bit out as she struggled to pull her arm from his grasp, but he didn’t bulge. Pushing her back against the brick wall of the building, he cornered her in. Once he had her imprisoned between the wall and his large frame, he finally released her. “I’m sorry. I was out of line back there,” he whispered, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek.

She stood there, a little stunned by the gentleness she glimpsed in his eyes and the softness she felt in his touch, but she didn’t let it sway her.

“What do you want from me, Jacob?”

His hand stilled against her cheek, and he tilted his head to the side to stare down at her, his expression thoughtful.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he murmured huskily.

She shook her head. “No it isn’t. You’re always distant with me, but then you’re in my bed every night—all night. Now you take me to dinner, but then you insult me. Jacob, I get it. You want revenge on my family for what my parents did to you and your family and you’re using me to get it. That’s fine. I agreed to the terms of the contract and I am yours physically, but I refuse to play these mind games with you.”

Jacob’s eyes narrowed and he held her gaze, his mouth lifting into a slight grin. “You intrigue me, Camille. At every turn you fight me, even though I still own you for the next three months.”

Her nostrils flared as anger coursed through her veins. “You do not own me, Jacob Downing,” she gritted out tightly.

His grin grew wider, seemingly amused by her spark of anger. “That’s where you’re wrong, Camille,” he said softly, before he lowered his head and captured her lips with his mouth, in a slow, sensual kiss. “You belong to me in every way that a woman can belong to a man and I think you know it,” he murmured softly against her lips, before claiming her mouth once again.

She moaned against his mouth, as her body responded to him, although her mind continued to struggle with his possessive words. However, his kiss soon pushed all thoughts from her mind, including the ones that had been filled with anger towards him only moments ago. Lifting her arms, she wrapped her hands around his neck, dragging him into her embrace.

His kiss grew deeper, more demanding, more urgent as he pressed his stiff erection into her stomach, rotating his hips back and forth.

Her pussy clenched at his rhythm, as it grew moist and swollen with need.

A startled cry escaped her lips, when he suddenly pressed her back deeper into the wall. Reaching under her form fitting dress, he slid his hands up her thighs. Looping his fingers under her thong, he pulled it down her legs. She smiled as she remembered he’d done that the first night they’d made love.

As soon as he had them off, he shucked them aside. Reaching for his pants, she watched numbly as he unbuttoned the fastener, and slid down his zipper.

Thought finally came back to her fuddled brain when he pulled out his large cock that was now stiff and ready. She shook her head, not quite believing he was going to make love to her against a wall, in public no less.

“Jacob,” she gasped in shock when he hooked his arms behind her knees and lifted her legs. Pinned against the wall, she clung to his shoulders.

“We can’t,” she protested. “People will see—”

“We’re in the shadows,” he murmured as he brought his cock to the mouth of her moist cunt.

“Jacob, I’m serious,” she moaned when he slowly began to push inside her. “People will hear.”

She groaned softly when he seated himself fully inside her pussy.

“Then you’ll have to be quieter than you normally are,” he whispered into the crook of her neck as he began to piston his hard length in and out of her wet, warm pussy.

“Jacob,” she cried out again as his hips bucked furiously against her, propelling his cock balls deep.

Through the thin material of her dress she could feel the jagged edges of the bricks as they lightly scraped against her back. She ignored the slight twinges of pain. It was a small trade-off for the pleasure that throbbed at the centre of her core. When Jacob surged inside of her on a deep thrust, she automatically tightened the muscles of her sheath around his dick, eliciting a sharp hiss from him.

“Camille,” he cried out desperately as he thrust his cock into her with erratic movements. She could tell he was close to coming when his pace grew more urgent.

Tightening her arms around him she held on and threw her hips at him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God,” she moaned as tiny tremors surged through her pussy. “Jacob, I’m coming.”

She stiffened as a wave of pleasure erupted inside of her, inflaming her skin and sending her hurling over the edge straight to utter completion. She turned her head and buried her face in Jacob’s neck, muffling her hoarse screams. She trembled for several moments as her cum gushed from her pussy, drenching Jacob’s cock in her wet heat.

“God, your pussy feels so good,” Jacob groaned, his hips now thrusting furiously as he pumped his stiff erection into her dripping cunt. Over and over again, he stuffed his cock inside of her. She could hear his breathing coming in short bursts, as the muscles beneath her hands, bunched with tension.

His dick suddenly twitched inside of her and grew harder at the same time he let out a hoarse cry and then exploded, showering her pussy with his hot cum.

“Yes, Camille. Yes,” he growled out into her neck, his hard rod still pounding wildly inside her while he emptied his load deep into her womb.

They remained locked there for several moments, their breathing laboured. Slowly, Jacob pulled back from her, letting his soft cock slide from her slippery pussy, before he lowered her feet to the ground. She patted at her dress, trying to smooth out the wrinkles, although it was no use. She glanced at Jacob who was busy tucking his wrinkled dress shirt back into his pants. A grin lifted the corners of her mouth. Anyone who saw them would know exactly what they had been up to just by looking at their dishevelled appearances.

“Are you ready?”

She nodded as she grasped Jacob’s outstretched hand and let him guide her towards his car.

Opening the door, he helped her in before walking around to the driver’s side. Once they were both settled in, she relaxed against the soft leather seat. Closing her eyes, she didn’t realise that she’d fallen asleep until they arrived home and she woke up to find herself stretched out on top of her bed.

Her eyes fluttered open just in time to see Jacob tiptoeing out of her room.

“Don’t go,” she whispered. Her eyes still heavy with sleep.

Jacob turned to stare down at her, his gaze thoughtful. “Are you sure?”

She nodded at the same time she lifted one hand out to beckon him towards her.

In two easy strides he was back at the side of her bed.

She stared up into his face. The desire that brewed in his gaze was unmistakable. She laid there numbly watching while he quickly slipped out of his clothing. With the utmost gentleness, he settled his large body on top of hers.

Reaching up, she tangled her fingers in his soft hair and dragged him down to meet her waiting lips.

He kissed her with a hunger that belied the fact that they had just made passionate love no more than an hour ago.

With the utmost gentleness, Jacob slipped her dress from her shoulders, his lips singeing her skin with every heated kiss that he showered upon her neck, her shoulders, the upper swells of her breasts.

“Lift,” he commanded softly.

She lifted up slightly so that he could work her dress down the length of her body. As soon as he got it past her feet he balled the soft fabric into his hand and carelessly tossed it aside.

She laid there for several charged moments while his eyes leisurely roamed over her body.

He frowned then.

Her heart stilled in her chest as her old insecurities came crashing back, causing her to wonder if he now frowned because he no longer found her desirable. Maybe the novelty of her overly lush figure had worn off and he was finally seeing her in a different light.

“I hate these things,” he murmured as his fingers looped through the thin straps of her thong along her hips.

She glanced down her body. “My thongs?”

He nodded. “Yes. I thought you left this outside when we made love earlier.”

“I couldn’t leave my panties on the ground, Jacob.”

“Well you should have. I thought I told you not to wear panties.”

She shook her head. “You said not to when I’m here, but we were out.”

“Well from now on, just don’t wear any panties—anywhere, ever. I want you ready at all times for my cock,” he whispered huskily, his eyes darkening with desire as he slipped her thong from her hips all the way down the length of her body before tossing them aside.

“Jacob, I can’t leave the house without under—”

His eyebrows lifted. “Yes you can. And you will,” he said firmly.

She opened her mouth to protest. He was crazy if he thought she would walk around without panties just because he wanted easy access at all times.

Before she could argue with him, he lowered his head to nibble at the soft skin against her neck.

A sharp cry escaped her lips and tingles raced down her back as her nipples hardened and her pussy began to flood with juice. She closed her eyes, giving herself over to the pleasure of his lovemaking. They could argue about her going out commando style later.

Her heartbeat quickened when Jacob slowly slipped her bra straps from her shoulders. Not bothering to unfasten the hooks, he pushed the cups down, so that her full breasts spilled forth.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Jacob whispered softly, his voice sounding almost reverent.

She opened her eyes to meet his intense gaze, shocked that he wasn’t staring down at her breasts. Embarrassed by his intense scrutiny, a flush of heat crept up her body. She closed her eyes again, no longer able to meet his penetrating gaze.

“Open your eyes, Camille,” he demanded on a low growl.

She snapped her lids open, her stomach lurching slightly at the depth of longing that was evident in his gaze.

“I want to stare into your eyes when I enter you,” he whispered softly.

She nodded slightly before she lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist.

Staring into his face, she struggled not to shut her eyes and instead focused on arching her hips off the bed as he slowly fed his cock into her dripping pussy, inch by inch.

“Jacob,” she moaned and dug her nails into his taut ass, begging him with her actions to seat himself fully inside her aching pussy.

A wicked grin spread across his face before he stopped and pulled out, leaving only the head inside.

“Jacob. Please,” she cried out, clutching at his ass trying to drag him back inside of her, but he held fast.

“Please what?”

“P—please make love to me,” she heard herself choke out in a desperate voice she barely recognised as her own.

He smiled. “That’s it?”

She shook her head in confusion. “I—I yes. I—I don’t know. I don’t understand.”

He arched one sexy eyebrow as he stared down into her flushed face.

“So you don’t want my cock?” he asked, his deep voice washing over her.

“Yes. I mean no. I mean, yes I want your cock!” God, she sounded like an idiot.

He grinned again. “Are you sure?”

She nodded.

“Yes. I’m sure,” she shouted when he pulled his length all the way out of her cunt. Apparently her nod wasn’t sufficient.

“Then say it.”

“I just did!”

“Say it again. Say you want my cock.”

“I want you Jacob.”

Tears of frustration sprung from her eyes as he teased her by pulling back some more to place just the very tip of his dick against her opening.

“No. Again Camille, say you want my cock,” he barked out, his body now vibrating as he barely held on to his control.

“I want your cock, Jacob.”

“How bad?” he asked softy as he inched his way deeper inside her.

“Jacob, you’re killing me—” she whined.

“Say it, Camille,” he said tightly.

“I want you more than I’ve wanted any other man. I want your cock more than I’ve wanted anything in this entire world,” she screamed out the last word when Jacob plunged deep inside of her on one smooth, hard stroke.

“Jesus, Camille. You are so wet. So tight,” he groaned out as he fucked her with hard strokes.

Slamming into her cunt over and over again with deep pounding thrusts, Jacob rode her hard as his balls slapped against her pussy.

Clinging to him, she tightened her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. The thrust of his hips was so forceful that he lifted her off of the bed every time he entered her, sending the headboard crashing against the wall on every thrust.

“Camille,” he rasped out. He kept calling her name as he fucked her with desperate, hungry thrusts.

There was a wildness about his lovemaking that had never been there before. As if he was trying to brand her with each stroke inside her.

She shook her head back and forth as inarticulate screams spilled from her lips. Unable to meet his gaze any longer she let her head drift back against the pillow, moments before her climax exploded through her body.

“Jacob,” she screamed into the night as her toes curled and her thighs began to shake as sticky cum coated his cock until it poured like rivers from her pussy to stain the bed.

“Yes, Camille. Shit,” Jacob shouted out moments before his cock erupted inside of her and streams of milky semen shot to the back of her cunt, deep into her womb. Several loads of ejaculate spurted from him until her channel filled up and some seeped out of her hole to join her waiting juices on the bed.

“That’s it, Camille. Milk my cock with your tight pussy,” Jacob murmured against her ear while he continued to work his cock inside her with leisurely strokes. His hips pumped slowly back and forth until he was finally spent and collapsed atop her with a single shudder.

Unlocking her legs from around his waist, she planted her feet against the bed and held Jacob in her arms, stroking his sweat drenched back.

“Damn, Camille. That was amazing,” he murmured, before he rolled off of her only to drag her into the crook of his body.

“Mmmmm. That was.” She smiled sleepily, turning her face into the hollow of his neck.

He chuckled before he placed a soft kiss against her forehead. “Go to sleep, beautiful,” he whispered tenderly.

A soft sigh escaped her lips before she quickly drifted off to sleep.